Page 72 of On the Ropes
“Is that so?” He needed to stop nuzzling the shell of my ear or we were going to steam these windows back up.
I indicated our situation—clothing everywhere, snarled hair and bee-stung lips, bodies half-naked and covered in sweat and drying rain. “Talk about scandalous.”
He hummed under his breath. “Speaking of. Do I need to get you back, or have you already broken curfew?”
I flashed him a devilish grin. “You better believe I’ll be sneaking in. What about you?”
“Sounds about right,” he said. “I’ll need to get my very beautiful and troublemaking neighbor home first. Have to keep that innocent reputation intact.”
I snuggled against his warm chest. “I hate to break it to you, but we just fucked in a car in front of a famous museum during a thunderstorm. I think your innocence is destroyed now.”
His smile was just as devilish. “Good.”
